English Rendering
I was detained by a heavy snow at Weizhou on New Year's Eve,but on the morning of the first day it cleared and I resumed my journey.Along the way,it started to snow again.
Detained by snow on New Year's Eve,On fine New Year's Day I take leave.
The east wind sobers me,though drunk deep,My lean horse jerks me out of sleep.
Faintly and softly the day breaks,From branches whirl down last snowflakes.
I dismount afield to take wine,But none partake my drink divine.
Suddenly dark clouds gather quick,And heavy snow falls fast and thick.
Like goose feathers it hangs down my horse's mane.
Am I on a phoenix without stain?
For three years the east saw drought rage And the poor desert their village.
A peasant lays aside his plow and sighs,His starving guts ache with tears from his eyes.
Although spring snow comes rather late,Wheat can be sown at any rate.
Of hard journey can I complain?
-I write this to allay your pain.
